Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.